"We Have Nothing but Memories"
I greet everything that brings me back to my beautiful past, reminding me of loved ones who have passed away. They filled my life with beauty, and now, nothing remains but beautiful memories and scarce communication.
I wish memories could come back to life whenever we want them to, taking the form of people who accompany us on our paths. I wish they would return as a green tree, providing shelter from life's difficulties, and soothing us with love and longing.
I am grateful for the beautiful fate that brought me close to you, allowing me to know more about myself and experience things I felt among you. Though I left, my story with you remains incomplete, and I spend my days trying to find a beautiful ending.
Beautiful stories and events are destined to remain incomplete, and everyone tries to find their ending in their imagination. Memories are a fundamental part of the human experience, shaping our understanding of ourselves and the world.
I am committed to you with the rights of brotherhood, friendship, and honor. The beauty of your souls and the kindness of your company were perfect for growth.
I wonder: What did I do to deserve this exile? Am I one of you, with you, and for you? Or am I just a cloud that appeared to you?
I searched for you, your souls, your breaths, and signs that led me to you, but I remained lost in the land of loss.
I recall our laughter, discussions, and nights filled with our voices and screams. I remember my presence, activity, and return to you.
Will those days come back to us? Or will we return with our characters, ideas, and positions?
We have nothing but memories that do not fade, longing that does not subside, and a heart that does not suffice from replaying memories.
Is nostalgia for the past a deception? Are memories emptiness and nothingness?
I finally realized that memories are a human kingdom, believing in them is loyalty and a blessing, and denying them is betrayal and a curse.
Thank you for the day I left you, feeling the blessing of being among you. What is the value of warmth without winter, or light without night?
I see things as they are, by touching their opposites and contradictions.
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